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Running Into Walls

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My mind is plagued by frustration, always running into walls
Cold brick is not a nice sensation and neither are hard falls
It seems the harder I try to win, the more behind I stay
Blind alleys I walk, will never end, reality’s harsh in light of day
Turn left, turn right, the choice is mine, for all the difference it makes
Because someone will always draw a line, an invisible chain that never breaks
One step forward, two steps back, an inadequate parade
Castle dreaming in a shack, sweat on my brow, a charade
I’m always running into walls, it seems to be my fate
Perverse bad luck and haunted halls are the food upon my plate
It may be the same for everyone and they simply accept their lot
But I swear I’ll fight til my life is done, I refuse to be in time, forgot

*Lacey*